Don't know if our beloved DN reporters were around camp this morning to catch this, but there were some injuries this morning after walk-thrus. Heated words were being exchanged...then it got ugly.
The Details: Fellow DN'er Admiral Big Gun kept insinuating he had better legs than me. I said that at the very least mine were shaved and sort of adorable in my strappy sandals with the wedge heel and delicate beading...but he insisted that since he'd gone with white Viking ankle socks instead of his usual old-man-black socks for his outfit today that he'd upped his game. Voices were raised and there was some pushing & shoving. We decided to settle it in true Viking form with a run thru the bouncy house course. Ready-Set-Hike and we each took our handoff, tucked the ball and launched ourselves into the bouncy house of Bryant Mckinney-like pillows of angry softness. I don't remember much of what happened next (I think Big Gun's daughter might have rolled film on the incident) but at the end of the course we each took almost-face-plants and did spectacular tuck-and-rolls out of the bouncy house on to the ground, ending with our respective hollars of victory...the kind of sounds only middle-aged Viking fans running thru bouncy houses can make.
So we compared skinned knees and elbows and it was decided we could probably walk-off our injuries, no cart needed to be called.
Training camp can be brutal...just sayin'.